The season started with a bumper crop. It started in the spring, the old tree looked like a pink cloud down in the field. Soon it was covered in hundreds of little green apples. Then the storms hit, limbs broke, and then the summer drought caused apples to drop. What started as a season of plentiful has ended up maybe a bushel or so. But oh what apples! They are sweet and crisp, the perfect blend of sugar and tart. I would have loved more but am grateful for what we have. I bet these are the apples that Eve ate.